RPF - Nothing to see here....
So here it is - again. My Craig/Bridget RPF. It seems that there were at least a couple of people who wanted to read it, so I bit the bullet and am putting it back up. I'll apologize up front - it's unbeta'd, I haven't written a thing in years, I'm not sure what person it's even written in, it feels very juvenile and it's god-awful sappy. :) I'm gonna blame it on the fact that it's a RPF and I feel very insecure. LOL
In The Interim - NC-17 - CraigH/Bridget - Final Warning!! It's RPF...
The mid-morning sun lights up the large hotel room in shades of orange as Craig watches the soft rays of light dance across Bridget's bare back as the soft breeze from the open balcony doors make the curtains flutter.
He lays on his side watching her as she breathes deeply, sprawled on her stomach, face buried in the pillow. He admires the long curve of her back, the creamy complexion, the freckles. The freckles that he now realizes fascinate the hell out of him... and turns him on. He figures he doesn't have a problem with his new freckle fetish... as long as they're Bridget's, that is. He grins to himself and reaches out to twist one brunette curl around his finger. He smiles as he watches her hand twitch thinking how much he loves the way she sleeps with such childish abandon.
He hadn't realized how much he was going to miss her once they had parted ways a few months back. But being on his own for the last two months had shown him exactly how much he had missed her. And now he knows just how much she had missed him as well. It didn't take either one of them long to figure it out. They had kept in touch through phone calls every few days and through texts every day. She sent him travel advice, goofy pictures of her family and friends and random obscure trivia. He made smart ass comments about said travel advice, texted every time he saw a different state's license plate and sent her dirty knock knock jokes. He knew it was more than just missing her when after a couple of weeks their phone calls were at least once a day, never less than an hour long and always before one or the other went to sleep.
They had met up yesterday for the first time since leaving New Zealand to take care of their publicity duties for Disney and hadn't been able to keep their hands off one another for more than ten minutes. The moment they had been able to escape they had headed straight for their hotel - and had barely made it to his room without embarrassing themselves.
“I can hear you thinking all the way over here”, Bridget said, her husky sleep-filled voice interrupting his memories of the previous night.
She shifts her head and raises a hand to brush back her hair, and he sees the small smile stretch across her face.
He feels his stomach muscles clench as he leans over and kisses her temple, running his hand over the back of her head and down the length of her hair.
“I was just thinking back over the last couple of months - and last night - not realizing how much I was going to miss you”, he said, grinning as he watched the blush stain her cheeks.
“Same here”, she said, reaching out and rubbing her pinky finger against his chest.
Smiling at her, he moves his hand over the small of her back until he can grasp her waist and gives her a tug in his direction.
“Come here”, he whispers pulling her towards him, still unable to keep his hands off of her for any length of time.
She rolls on her side and scoots closer to him until she is snug against his chest, one leg tucked between his thighs and her head tucked under his chin. With her free hand she reaches up to cup his cheek, her thumb rubbing small circles over the slight scruff of his beard.
“I missed you,” she murmurs, inhaling deeply, enjoying the scent of his warm skin.
He closes his eyes at her gentle touch and runs his own free hand up and down her side, smiling when she catches her breath as his hand ghosts over the curve of her breast. He is still astounded that they are lying here together. And not only together, but naked and together. It should have been awkward, but it feels like they have been doing it for years.
His eyes open when he feels her stretch up to place small kisses on first one corner of his mouth and then the other.
He tenderly kisses her back as he runs his hand down her side over her hip and around the smooth globe of her ass, stopping when his hand is tucked neatly below the curve of her buttock, his long fingers painting circles on the velvety smooth skin of her inner thigh.
Bridget catches her breath at the feel of the calluses on those long fingers, feeling the goose flesh wash across her skin. She feels recently used internal muscles contract as butterflies dance in her belly and she feels an emptiness that she has come to realize only he can fill.
She gasps at the feel of his lips on her breast as he leisurely sucks on her nipple. She arches her back and wraps her arms around his shoulders, burying her fingers in his hair. She feels the moan well in her throat fighting its way out as he pulls her in tight, one hand planted firmly between her shoulders and the other dragging her leg up and over his hip.
“Craig!” she yelps, as he rolls onto his back forcing her to sit up, her hair a silky brown curtain around her shoulders. She smiles at him and brushes her hair back from her face enjoying the way his eyes rake over her breasts. She has known he was a boob man since practically their first day together.
He grins widely, not even pretending to hide where he is looking. She knows him well.
“Hey beautiful”, he says, running his hands up her legs, watching her eyes darken as his thumbs draw circles on her thighs. He feels her muscles tense as he draws nearer to his goal.
“Hey sweetie boy”, she whispers as she leans down and captures his lips with hers, tunneling her fingers into his hair.
The endearment rings in his ears as if she yelled it and he feels something in his chest go soft and mushy.
He abandons his target for the moment and reaches for her face, tilting it just so as he deepens their kiss, tongues tangling with abandon. He groans deep in his chest as she drags her hands down his sides. He inhales deeply, the scent of honeysuckle, oranges and sex filling his head. He knows he's not going to be able to make this time last very long.
Bridget hums in enjoyment and slowly pulls back from their kiss, running her hands down either side of his chest as she sits back up, enjoying the jolt she feels run through him as her nails glide over his nipples. She watches his chest heave and realizes that he is holding on by a thread.
Grinning wickedly, she scoots back until she's resting on his thighs. She looks at him as she wraps one hand around his erection and lowers her head until her lips touch the tip.
“Bridget!” he gasps, reaching down to grasp the side of her face, “you don't have to do that.”
“Let me,” she murmurs, as she completely swallows the head, sucking lightly as her hand strokes up and down, her other hand curving around and caressing his belly.
Craig feels the pressure building, the tingling in his spine. He feels the suction from her lips, the press of her hand, the caress of her hair. He knows he's close and he wrestles with himself for a split second about whether or not to let her finish, but he can't do it. He wants... no needs them together for this.
“Bridget, sweetheart, please!” he groans, reaching down and grasping her under the arms, he pulls her up and fuses his mouth with hers. He tastes himself and deep down her and he feels like he's losing his mind.
“Condom”, he chokes out as he rolls them over and makes a grab for the box on the nightstand.
She rolls with him and now has him cradled between her thighs as she watches him fumble with the condom box before knocking the whole thing off the table and onto the floor.
“Shit!”
She giggles as he reaches over the side grabbing a packet and ripping it open with his teeth. He sits back to roll on the condom, and she takes pity on him when his hands are trembling too much to do it by himself, even though hers aren't much steadier. She helps his fingers smooth down the latex, caressing the taut sac at the base before reaching up to cup his face and bring his lips back to hers.
Craig runs his hands down her thighs as he leans over her, bracing himself, and slowly sinks into her.
Bridget moans long and low as she feels her body stretch to accommodate him again and as he sinks to the hilt, she locks her ankles behind him and holds on like she never wants to let go.
He feels enveloped by silk and surrounded by steel as Bridget closes her arms and legs around him. He starts to move, his strokes steady and even, listening to her moans deepen when he angles his hips just the right way.
“Craig!” she groans as she digs her nails into his shoulder.
He smiles as he buries his face in the curve of her neck enjoying her satiny skin as he sucks lightly at her collarbone. He subconsciously catalogs the feel of the cool silk of her hair against his cheek... and the sting of scratches she's leaving behind.
Realizing he's closer to finishing than he wants he slows his strokes and reaches between them, running his fingers down the smooth skin of her belly until he reaches the apex of her thighs.
“Oooooohhhh... right there!” she moans suddenly, clamping her legs around his ribs as she presses hard against him and goes over the edge, a small scream echoing around the room.
“Fuck!” he groans, feeling her body milking his as he digs into the mattress and lets himself follow her over that edge.
They lay against each other for several minutes as they both try to catch their breath. Craig rolls away from her for a second to dispose of the condom before rolling back towards her and cuddling her close, one leg thrown over hers as he smooths the hair back from her face.
He enjoys the stillness in the room and the warm weight of Bridget against his side. He figures she's on the verge of going back to sleep and he reckons he's not far behind when he hears a small growl break the silence. He grins to himself and tries to hold the laughter back but is unsuccessful when the next growl comes soon after and is much louder than the first.
Bridget punches him lightly in the arm and buries her head in his chest, her own shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
“Bridget?”
“What?” she answers, burrowing in closer to him.
“Hungry?” he asks, running one hand slowly up and down her back.
“mmmmm.... a bit, but I didn't get to finish my nap earlier,” she says, but not without a slight pout in her tone.
“Ahhhh, my poor baby!” he says, laughing out loud this time when she again punches him in the arm before rolling them over and stretching out over him. She props her chin on her hands and looks up at his face, smiling at the humor sparkling in his eyes.
“Let's order in a few minutes. I'm not ready to get up, even for a robe, right now.” They grin at each other as he nods and runs a finger down her cheek.
“So now what?” he asks, already knowing how he wants to spend their next few weeks before they have to report back to the set.
“Oh, I don't know...” she says, “know anybody who wants to take a drive up the Pacific Coast Highway with a hot girl in a cool car?”
“Hmmm...” he pretends to ponder over her question, his heart beating double time as he realizes that they're both on the same page as to how to spend the rest of their summer vacation. “I definitely think I have the fella for you. Tall, dark... handsome...”
He grins as she pushes herself up and leans in to kiss him loudly before throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.
“I want a cheeseburger,” she says, her voice muffled against his chest, causing him to laugh out loud.
“Perfect.”